On the interstate at midnight, headlights like stars,
I’m chasing painted lines and old diner guitars.
Dispatch on my phone says the load can’t wait,
Coffee cup confessions with a dashboard fate.
I’ve got miles on my heart and bugs on my dreams,
Paper maps folded into hopeful schemes.
You said forever, I said northbound tonight,
Promises humming in fluorescent light.
Every weigh station whispers what we could be,
Love measured in hours, paid by the mile, maybe.
I shake off the rain at the state line sign,
Turn the radio up, let the chorus align.
If this rig’s a kingdom, I’m queen of the road,
Writing our story where the white lines go.
I’ll meet you at sunrise, chrome kissed by dew,
A trucking song echoing—red, blue, and true.
Fuel receipts flutter like letters I never sent,
Sleeper cab lullabies, tired but heaven bent,
When the road gets lonely, I keep rolling through,
Because every mile marker points me back to you again always